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"So much has gone
and little is new"
David Bowie
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
Hmm... there's not much to say... but I'm definitely not mocking... perhaps that's it. Let's leave Freud alone and let him sleep peacefully:smile15:
Once you've looked Death in the eye, you can never be the same. What happens next depends on the individual. For example, I tend to overthink things.
And what kind of "attraction" can there be towards THIS?
And how does this relate to the eyes of a groom or whoever, I don't understand.
Actually, I'm very religious and I want to understand the mystery of death.
Do you really need it?
You, I see, are in favor! :) We need it, but as a mystery, not as death! Science + religiosity! :)
Chikatilo wanted the same thing. :smile08:
I can tell you that magic is a science. But the mystery of Life and Death is unlikely to be solved.
Magic doesn't exist in our world!
Having looked into the eyes of Death, you can never be the same again. How it ends—that depends on the person. I, for example, think too much.
And what kind of "attraction" could there possibly be toward THIS?
And how does this even relate to the eyes of a groom or whoever, I don't understand.
Who told you that?
I'm a programmer!:cool:
Death is real when you feel its presence, and this presence is fundamentally different from all abstract ideas about it... and thinking about death is pure philosophy, or a desire to know (to experience) the unknown, but all of this ultimately stems from dissatisfaction with life... The image of the groom, in this case, is allegorical. The groom is something desirable and romantic, but unreal, because reality is completely different.
What difference does it make? Unfortunately, I know what it means to "look death in the eye," and I don't care what it's called, but it's not something to contemplate.
After a person looks death in the eye, they become different, just different... changed in some way. That's what I wanted to say, but I guess I didn't manage to convey that thought.
Once you've looked death in the eye, you can never be the same.